He’s been a beast to get to sleep lately.
Teething? Maybe.
Overtired? Certainly.
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Baby Boss 2.0
SOL 12 SSDGM
I like to listen to podcasts when I am in the car. I have turned into an old lady and most music just sounds like noise to me.. What happened to the music of the good ole days? On our way to school, we frequently listen to a couple of different news podcasts or story podcasts for little kids.
In my current position, I run from building-to-building teaching classes and putting out fires. In the evening, I drive to the city to learn all the new and exciting research in the areas of Assistive Technology and Multiple Disabilities. I manage to put dinner on the table every evening and I get the grocery shopping done every week. I don’t get much time to myself unless you count taking a shower…and even then a toddler sometimes manages to climb in. Lord knows I don’t get to go to the bathroom alone.
So how does a working mom wind down at the end of the day? On my way home from classes, I am in the car all by myself. I listen to My Favorite Murder podcast, of course.
I mean, there’s nothing more relaxing than murder, right? I know that many people may find this weird. But I am strangely fascinated by this topic. The more I mention this podcast, the more that I find I am not the only one. There is a cult following of this kind of sh!t. Who knows why. Certainly not me. And this particular podcast is hysterical. I know that murder and comedy don’t frequently go together but trust on on this. It just works. I am about 25 episodes in. At least in the beginning, it is easy to hear that Karen and Georgia are just two friends talking about a common interest they aren’t exactly professionals yet. They are still learning the lay of the land which is why it is that much more funny!
So this evening while the rest of you are binge watching something on Netflix, I will be cruising down the Stevenson exhausted by yet another 5:00 am to 10:00 pm day just listening to a couple of ladies talk about serial killers. NBD.
Remember. Stay sexy and don’t get murdered
I am writing for the 2019 March Slice of Life Challenge
SOL 5: But how do they get out?
On our way to school, McK and I chit-chat about all sorts of things. Sometimes we talk about her friends or music. Sometimes we listen to my favorite podcast if the topic is appropriate. Sometimes we listen to her favorite podcast to hear a good story. Sometimes we play an epic game of I spy…
Today, though, she caught me off guard. I heard a quiet question from the back and turned down Thunder so I could make out what she was saying.
Mama? How do babies get out of the mamas’ tummies?
I’ve been dreading this question. I could say something like magic or I don’t know. But I’ve been firm about telling her I would never lie so I feel like I need to be honest here.
How do you think they get out? Maybe I’ve dodged a bullet.
Nope! I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you. How did G and me get out of your belly?
Well, the doctor helps the baby come out. I’m hoping it’s a sufficient answer that is truthful enough that she cannot call me out on it when she learns the whole story.
But how do they get out?
I sat in silence for a few moments. She asked again. I took a deep breath.
They come out of the mama’s vagina.
Oh. Ok. Then a minute later…But how?
The mama has to push and the doctor helps.
Ok. Like when you hold my hand when I poop?
Kind of. But Daddy held my hand.
Ok. Can I get a munchkin?
What I thought was a big deal was not. Sometimes moms are the ones that make things bigger than they should be.
Question. Answer.
It was as easy as that. I just hope she doesn’t ask me how they get into the mamas’ tummies anytime soon.
I am writing for the 2019 March Slice of Life Challenge
SOL 3: Overtired Baby
Last year at this time, I shared a story about my 4 month baby. He would get up in the middle of the night wanting a bottle and snuggles. Although getting out of bed was tough, those snuggles were amazing. You can read all about that HERE.
Last night, the old familiar call rang out. My husband and I couldn’t NOT hear it. Continue reading
SOL Day 1: soundly sleeping
It’s dark and dreary and way too comfortable in my extremely comfortable and ridiculously overpriced bed when the alarm wakes me from a dead-to-the-world kind of slumber. Continue reading
